Chapter 3: Ariah
Journal entry included
I've been invited to a party. I can't wait. Morgan and the others are really nice, but Raven's a bit wild and has a weird dress sense. But that's Americans for you!
Dad doesn't want me to go, but no way am I listening to anything he says!
Ariah
I stared stupidly at the clothes spread out on my bed. It was party time and I hadn't a bloody clue about what to wear! I eventually decided a pair of wide-legged, black-knit pants and a bronze crop-top that showed off my flat stomach.
Without warning, Dad burst into my room, causing me to jump. "Dad!" I yelled as his eyes widened. "Get lost! Jeez, I'm trying to get ready for a party!"
"I already told you, sweetie, you are NOT going to a party with a bunch of strangers," Dad argued, not losing his temper. Before I could reply, the door bell rang. I instantly knew that it was Morgan
"Try stopping me!" I said recklessly and dashed downstairs and out of the front door.
Morgan looked great in a pair of flared black cords and a purple blouse. Not fancy or flash, just normal and perfect.
"Hey!" She greeted me, flicking back her shiny chestnut hair. "You look great!" My cheeks flushed with happiness.
I climbed into her strange looking car and we roared off down the road. Morgan asked me a few questions about my family and where I used to live before. It was odd, I found myself telling Morgan everything. There was this feeling in my gut, telling me that I could trust Morgan. And I knew I could.
"So, Ariah, have you seen any guys you like?" She asked me with a broad grin.
"Well, Robbie's pretty hot," I found myself saying honestly. Morgan laughed, but she didn't tease me.
"True," She said cheekily. "But he's taken by Bree." I laughed too. Bree – Morgan's best friend – was gorgeous. She looked like a model and had boys all over. Lucky girl.
Even though, we were all the same age, I felt younger. Morgan was in a serious relationship with a guy called Hunter, who's house we were on our way to, and Bree had lost her virginity at the age of fifteen, where as I probably had my first proper boyfriend at that age! It wasn't just Morgan and Bree, the whole lot of the gang seemed older in some way. I can't explain it.
"Okay, we're here!" Morgan announced, pulling up outside a small tidy house. This must be where Hunter lives, I mused silently as I got out of the car.
The front door swung open and out stepped the most gorgeous teenage boy I had ever seen. I knew straight away that it was Hunter – Morgan's boyfriend. My heart sank as he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. Then he turned to me. "Ariah, welcome," Hunter said and ushered me inside.